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I experienced my second MIRL (meet in real life) yesterday. I don’t know why I was nervous. I guess I was just a little worried that my actual presence wouldn’t be as amazing as my internet presence (LOL! — kind of like Paul (in 2 Corinthians) when the church expected someone else because of the way he wrote his letters (did I just go there?)). On my way out the door, I grabbed my phone, purse, and coffee mug (just in case I had the chance to stop by Starbucks for the free coffee). My hands were so full, I guess my brain thought I had my keys. I got to the van and looked down at my hands only to realize that I did not have my keys and that I had locked myself out of our house.
Every time this happens (and, yes, it happens more than I’d like to admit) my children panic. It’s like their world is going to end. “We’re going to die out here!” they scream. I have no idea where they get such notions. Why would we suddenly die just because we’re stuck outside? If it were August, sure, I might say the same thing, but it’s April. The temperature and constant breeze make perfectly pleasant outdoor conditions. Then again, maybe they were saying that because of all the pollen. It is killer: think dust bowls of the 1930’s, but in dust’s place imagine pollen.
My sons immediately take charge in situations like this. Ben found a silk flower, stripped the green paper off of it, twisted the wire, and encouraged me to pick the locks. That child has seen one-too-many episodes of Mythbusters. Noah, on the other hand, grabbed a hammer and ran around the house trying to decide which window would be the best one to break. I think I need to give our neighbors one of our house keys.
I finally made it to Barnes & Noble to meet Lisa. The situation at my house took care of my nerves. After all, admitting to locking oneself out of her house blows pretension out the window. That, and she watched me bribe my children with Starbucks beverages in exchange for their good behavior. I didn’t give them coffee, but Abbey had a Double Chocolate Chip blend that made her more chatty and excited than usual.
Lisa wrote about our meeting, too. It was such a joy to meet and pick up a conversation just like old friends. Based on her blog writing, I knew that she and I probably felt the same way about small talk; neither of us feels very talented when it comes to making conversation. I did have a couple of topics in mind, however, just in case the chatting stalled. I was going to bring up the gubernatorial race and/or Lost, but I never had to.
I’m sure she’ll be embarrassed, but I’m going to tell you how awesome I think she is anyway. Lisa is very warm and personable, gracious, interesting, intelligent. I learned something new about Lisa: she was working on a master’s degree in economics when she found out she was going to be a mother. I wanted to ask her about so many things, to pick her brain with the questions that have been bothering my brain. She was so kind to let me ask away! She is passionate about Scripture and sound doctrine — she became most animated when we settled on talking about what God is doing in our lives and some trends we’re seeing among books for women that bother us. Of course we talked about our children. We talked about our churches, T4G, and what a blessing it is to sit under our pastors who love the Gospel and are faithful to God’s word.
I am excited for her and the changes she’s making in her Bible study ministry: with the help of her pastor, she’s stepping away from using studies written by others and doing some serious studying and lesson preparation of her own. Maybe she’ll post some of her lessons (hint, hint, Lisa). Go ahead and subscribe to Lisa Writes… so you won’t miss out. She’s the real deal.